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Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

rule, conformity becomes the only security.
Fear is a powerful weapon against human development.
Cowering in our temples of self there's little chance

The Man Who Stepped Into Yesterday

Phish

Live Phish, Vol. 10: 6/22/94 (Veterans Memorial Auditorium, Columbus, OH)

2002

there were birds and lakes and rocks and trees and rivers. The forest was also inhabited by a small group of people called the lizards. The lizards were

and lakes and rocks and trees and rivers.
the forest was also inhabited by a small group of people
called the lizards. the lizards were a simple people

Scrooge! A squeezing, wrenching, grasping,
scraping, clutching, covetous, old sinner!
Secret, self-contained, solitary as an oyster,
Not even his

snuffed or turned to dollars
Or the expanse across all space, can't be contained in one small dollop
Now I see that its the same moment in history back

meant that a large company could
Buy one of us and
Potentially execute successfully
(big enterprise companies can’t generally
Succeed with small

live in hold us down and contained
Wit' dead weights on our ankle
Sinking in the ocean
Suffocating on 332,519,000 cubic miles of water
This is the harsh

to dollars
Or the expanse across all space can't
Be contained in one small dollop
Now I see that it's the same moment
In history back to haunt us
And here we

as the end credits rolled.
I decided I would try to make music that contained this deeper peace
buried underneath distorted bass, fog imbued with light

Dirt
Through small continual conscious deaths 
Within the discipline
That is alchemical change
Build slowly
Die swiftly
Be reborn to your self

Here's the thing:
I really am the center of my universe
I had to make someone else the center of it for a small while to realize that nobody can ever

worth the pain you bear for the place you're in in
In the life you lead
Are you a soul untamed, a storm self contained
The sand is running out
Are you

It's my fuel
It's my juice
It's my tool
It's my way to keep moving
It's strangely self soothing
My rage is my power
My hate is tonic
If it was gasoline

liberty taste?
The small of freedom
like a dream long long gone
I can't shake it free
Becomes a part of me
Useless,helpless,powerless....

Where have you

of Montezuma on a blotter
(Yo, this track's off the rack DOOM)
It's that clack clack boom
Like what's contained in a square
Centimeter of the vacuum
When lava

Like self, creative or made
In our predecessors' wake
Those who couldn't share
Our vision for our people
It's time we don't forget"

As we chant these